Chapter 8
Meanwhile, the plane landed, and I saw my brother who’d been living abroad.
After Mom passed away and Dad remarried, he’d cut ties with the family and settled overseas alone.
We hadn’t seen each other for years.
Before takeoff, I’d called him and explained everything that happened.
Now, this grown man’s eyes reddened the moment he saw me. He pulled me into a tight hug.
“Betty, I failed you.”
“I should’ve taken you with me when I left. I never imagined you’d suffer so much.”
I shook my head calmly. “It’s not your fault.”
The 22–year-old Betty Wright had truly wanted to marry Bruce Campbell.
She’d genuinely loved him.
But the moment she discovered his betrayal,
all that love drifted away like smoke.
Seeing I’d moved on, he didn’t press further. Instead, he took me to every famous landmark abroad.
Gradually, I forgot everything about New York and Bruce Campbell,
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rediscovering my true self.
I deleted all my social apps,
cutting off news from back home.
Yet the Campbell group’s prominence was inescapable-
even foreign billboards flashed updates daily.
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That’s how I learned their affair video had exploded on Trending Topics.
Public outrage over Bruce’s actions instantly shattered the company’s reputation.
Linda Lewis‘ desperate bid for status evaporated like mist.
She then demanded Bruce marry her, citing their physical relationship.
But Bruce refused outright. At the bankruptcy press conference, he stated only:
“My wife will only be Betty Wright-”
“whether she’s alive or dead. That will never change.”
Watching his performative grief on screen,
I almost laughed.
Here I was living oceans away,
clearing the path for him and Linda.
Yet this belated devotion of his-
who’s this act for?
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My brother stood beside me as the news played.
He offered to hire someone to make Bruce pay for my suffering.
I declined. Death ends pain in an instant,
but forgetting someone takes a lifetime.
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I don’t want Bruce dead. I want him drowning in regret till his last breath.
Abroad, I gradually reclaimed my old self-
no longer blinded by love or consumed by hatred.
Piece by piece, I locked away the past.
Bruce, however, spiraled the opposite direction.
After liquidating his company,
he returned to our old home.
He’d avoided it since the scandal,
every corner saturated with memories of us.
But when he pushed open the door and instinctively called my name,
only hollow silence answered.
The house stood emptied-
every trace of me eradicated.
Bruce completely shattered.
Silent tears streamed down his face.
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Bruce’s mind flooded with fragments from our five years of marriage.
I’d cooked meals for him, strolled with him in the garden, ironed his suits crisp and neat…
These tiny memories now surged like a tidal wave, bringing excruciating pain.
He collapsed weakly onto the cold floor, the world spinning until he couldn’t rise.
Afterward, Bruce became a different man. He locked himself indoors, fantasizing about our life together.
Then one day, the fake death service I’d used gained fame for its flawless
execution.
A sudden thought struck Bruce: perhaps I wasn’t dead, but had hired such
a company.
He began scouring global databases, desperate to find any trace of me.
Yet searching for one person in this vast sea proved impossible.
His quest stretched on,
lasting five long years…
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